TINI SUKETI
119. Dayat Demuk Gigi

“That's Mr. Santoso's. Owner of shares in Cahaya Mas Group. He said he would come with his wife's family. He also wanted to go to Solo, he said. But ... How, haven't looked like, huh? Should be together,” muttered Tini, looking at Dayat who was conversing with Santoso.

When he was staring at Dayat who was still talking, appeared the figure that Tini was talking about.

“Well, that's Mas. That's the owner of the stock that became my trainer yesterday,” said Tini, pointing to the entrance.

Dean appeared at the front carrying a six-month-old baby boy who was lying face down on his shoulder. During the afternoon he came wearing a full suit beige equipped with a bow tie. Winarsih, his wife is very beautiful wearing a cream-colored lace dress past the knee. One hand holding the little girl Tini knew was their third daughter. Behind him a woman and a young man followed while holding a boy and a girl who were dressed neatly and in tune with her parents.

Tini stunning. Dean really kept his word. His boss even came with his wife's family. However, when he shifted his gaze on Dayat, his sister was standing glued to see the guest approaching her.

Dayat's attention was divided. The young man was stunned to see Dean. Seeing the man's thin makeup standing on the reception desk, Dayat accidentally tidied his hair and tie. “Waaaaah,” murmur Dayat.

“Yat! Yath! Help here,” exciting one of the fence ayu call Dayat. The reception desk is a table that the misty man came to.

“What's up?” dayat asked his cousin's young girl from his mother's side.

“You're holding this lock key, right?” asked the girl pointing at the box where the guests' envelopes were.

Dayat nodded. “What's the reason?” tanya Dayat, looking at the guy who after being seen up close it turns out to have almost shiny skin.

“If you hold the key, please open it. Because of the squirming of the slit shape, the envelope from me will not be sufficiently inserted from above. Yan,” exclaimed Dean slightly looking back.

Another man called in later came from behind, putting a brick-thick envelope on the reception desk.

Dayat. “Waaaah …. Father who?” ask Dayat.

“I am the one who asked Mr. Santoso to come to this village,” replied Dean.

“Waaahhh ..” murmur Dayat.

“Where, Yat?” Young girl fencing ayu pat Dayat's arm to wake up.

“Can—can,” sahut Dayat, reach into his pants pocket. “But if you want to keep it straight is also okay. Directly to the bride,” added Dayat again.

“It will be less elegant for me to ngasi directly, also make the bride hold-hold soan,” replied Dean casually.

“Waaaah,” murmur Dayat again.

“Where, Yat?” tanya Santoso looked at Dayat.

“Excellent, Sir. Amazing,” said Dayat. A brick-thick envelope has been inserted into the box by opening the padlock. Dayat then returned to pocket the key and stood waving his hand inward. “Mari Bapak-bapak can follow me,” invite Dayat.

Dayat brought the group of guests far to the front desk that he had prepared beforehand. “Create the family of his boss Mr. Santoso,” said Dayat, showing the table. Two WO crew members added seats so that all children could sit.

It turns out that Mr. Wimar came with his wife. As soon as the man sat down, a middle-aged beautiful woman came along with Larasati and two of Tini's teammates on his team. They sat at a table with Reza the assistant.

“Pak Santoso is sitting here. Please, Mr.” Dayat walked towards the table next to him. Santoso sat down with the two women on his right.

Evi, who has been serving guests from various organizations in their village, has been storing curiosity ever since. The hordes of mothers who had just entered and occupied the chairs with their hands holding plates, turned to the same place. Rows of round tables arranged lined up in front of the guarantee.

“Who is that, Vi? Tini's guest everyone's far away, yeah. The average dateng is similar to artist.”

Because of these words Evi immediately went up to the pelaminan and approached her brother.

“That's the boss Mr Santoso huh, Ma'am?” whispered Evi in Tini's ear.

“Yes, that's the one with the lawyer's office. The office I work in has a father. He has stock but does not sit on the board of directors. But the horrors of his wife shares more than he has,” Tini explained in a whisper.

“Sweet wife, Ma'am. Graceful and motherly,” said Evi.

“You praise another motherly woman, but never praise me for years of cooking and washing your clothes. What do you think that's what it's called? Kebabuan?” syndicate Tini.

It turned out that Wibisono heard the conversation and laughed patting the back of Tini's hand.

Tini who was nagging Evi became silent for a moment. Wibisono managed to extinguish the flames of rage that had just been about to ignite in his wife's eyes.

The group of chicken coop, Heru and Agus family and Ayu, was deliberately sitting right in front of the pelaminan. They all came in the morning to see Tini get married, and promised to be at the reception venue longer.

Bara had pushed the stroller to the front of the table and put Mima who had just fallen asleep after being held swaying for a while. Sejah sat chatting with Asti after breastfeeding Mima. Dul and Robin find new friends and sit clumped holding their parents' phones to watch Yutub.

Sejah who always forbid Dul to use a cell phone linger, that day gives a respite for his son. Boy, who had already sung two songs, called Dara up to the stage and sang an additional song. Mak Robin, who rarely met her husband, seemed to dissolve in serious conversation.

Mima was asleep and Bara pushed the stroller forward. The man had to poke his wife's chin that was fun telling him to look. “I sat down Deket Mas Heru. That's Mbak Fifi want to join here.”

As Bara said, Fifi stood next to her husband while holding their son.

“I joined, yes. Let the gentlemen can chat more freely,” said Fifi.

It turned out that when Fifi stood up and walked earlier, many guests were looking at him. The whispers from behind their desk sounded the same, but clear.

“That's the news announcer on tv. That must be the guy. Usually early in the morning,” said a woman who had just realized the presence of a famous presenter at the place.

Then other whispers were heard. “Tamunya Tini great. The association of Tini is already a really big city,” added another woman.

Fifi, Sejah and Asti who heard that were laughing. While Tini, who is said to be great by her relatives and neighbors, does not seem to care about it. Tini was busy struggling, whispering and giggling in Wibisono's ears.

“Pak Santoso,” greet Dayat when visiting the Santoso table with catering employees who carry trays containing orange juice and cake plates.

Deftly Dayat serves the drink he took from the tray to the table. He also put the cake plates.

“The table over there should not be forgotten his well-being,” Santoso said on Dayat as he turned to Dean's desk.

“Tenang—tenang,” sahut Dayat, turned to two catering employees who turned out to swiftly bring drinks and snacks welcome to the Dean's table and his family.

“I'll be familiar with Mr. Dean. Want acquaintances, right?” ask Santoso on Dayat. The question was immediately greeted by an enthusiastic nod of the young man in front of him.

“Before going to the next table, I want to know more familiar with the beautiful women at this table.” Dayat smiled as he placed a small fruit basket in front of two women sitting next to each other on Santoso's right.

“This is my wife, her name is Musdalifah. You do not macem-macem,” Santoso said half jokingly.

“Not the one next to Mr. San. But the one here,” said Dayat, pulled a smile to the right side and showed a tooth that became typical as well as its mainstay. He was smiling at the woman next to Musdalifah.

“Hai, my name is Hidayat. Can I have a ramal?” tanya Dayat, imitating one of the dialogues in the young children's film she had ever watched.

“Hai also. I'm Asih. Could it be, if I was the one who told you?”

“This is a real ramal, not a gombal. Come, Sih. Try terawang. How much his girlfriend,” pinta Musdalifah, holding back laughter.

Dayat took a step back holding his chest with a serious look.

“Why?” ask Asih with an anxious face.

“If you can do fortune telling, I want to know your future prophecy.”

“Kok, so?”

“Because in your future prophecy, there may be me in it,” said Dayat with a serious face.

To Be Continued